Leon’s seen his fair share of things during his time as a special agent — zombies, mutants, you name it. Any abhorrent creature, he can stand to deal with them.

So, even he’s a little surprised that he can’t seem to get used to you. Your presence, your bubbly attitude, those awfully soft ears and that tail you’ve got wagging constantly. Why he brought you home is beyond him.

Maybe to quell his loneliness.

“Well…” Leon starts, clearing his throat.

“Make yourself at home, I guess.”